I am sinking
Low, low, and deep
I hear her voice and I try to peep
But I am sinking
from where I can't come back
I wanted to tell her,
don't be afraid
I will rise again
She believes in phoenix
but she is scared
Our eyes met and we both saw
the pain we endured
I saw her through
the slits of my eyes
and I told her this is
just my reverie
which I'll wake up from is my promise
Now she smiles at me
holding me with a grip,
Grip with promise of
not letting me go
She found her phoenix
her own phoenix
–Anu Shah
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